Woah. I look back at a previous post of not-so-long ago and see an entirely different person, one who was unhappy at work, and in spending his life at work, was unhappy with life.
To anyone sitting at a desk surrounded by vainglorious arsehats who do nothing but squint shortsightedly at their reflected self-importance; to anyone languishing for hours in boredom or suffering in stress while the world passes by: get out now. Quit your job and start fresh. Hand in your resignation and do something absurd. Make a difference, if you feel like it. You will thank yourself long after you close your bank account.
Don’t worry – no one will remember what you did when it’s too late. They will remember how you did it, and why.